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Hours, possibly a full day, later, Nylie comes to and gazes around at the imperial base she’d been whisked away to. Apart from the obvious sights of continued Empire control, it was hard to discern where exactly this was. She may even be on a ship or space station, as the cell she is in is windowless. The gathering of information about her new situation is sporadic as she comes to her senses. Her head, arms and legs try to move as far as they can, but ultimately fail to make any headway. Nylie’s arms are held above her head by micro tractor beams, with similar restraints holding her legs in place. Combined, they all allow for her suspension in the air, which is very cool and nippy on her fully exposed skin. Several more tribal designs she typically leaves covered up are on display. Of course she stripped me… Alright… I'm an engineer… There's a way to get loose from this… But how… Looking around closer, she searches for signs of supervision, which comes in the form of security